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Show Corroboration They were sitting round the fire, swapping lies. "When I was in Montana," said one of them, "I saw a mountain lion come right up to the camp one day. It was a fierce beast, but, with great presence of mind, I threw a bucket of water in its face and It slunk away." "Boys," said a man sitting In a corner, "I can vouch for the truth of that story. A few minutes after that happened I was coming down the side of the hill. I met this lion and, as is my habit, stopped to stroke its whiskers. Boys, those whiskers were Wet!" London Tit.-R! |